This is a song about "90s kids"

Trying to get back to this thing called love

To the kids holding liquor bottles.

Rural southern trailer parks, single mothers with kids,

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Im a don in this shit, yall kids

Abandoned throughout the land a million little kids/

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

And giving peppermint candy to innocent kids

And speak to suburban kids

Cdg shit match my kicks

Kids here think there all grown.....

Jt: my mom’s been so alone

Just kids with hella fuel

Praise god, it’s hard to stay spiritual